Big K.R.I.T. - King Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Big Krit and Big Sant] History remembers kings! God bless you all! I don't mean to burden you. It's just, umm, I had a conversation with a wise man. He asked me a question like, "How could you be in the position to say so much, but say so little," so this is me saying a lot [Verse 1] I was raised from the Bible Belt, I tighten that, I'm Titan's back Same game they claim that they k**ing, I'm breathing life in that Take heed, the people you lead when you reciting that You will die for what you believe, so where's your rifle at? Never was entertained or influenced by all the drama Hard to bury your partna, but harder to console her mama That only want the best for her child Save a place for his soul Lord, he ain't been to church in a while Said that Jesus can't save him and ain't no church in the wild His anger fueled his ambition, I swear he forgot how to smile "Hustle hard, hustle hard," that's what he said While counting up this bread that he fell for, now he dead And they can't bring him back They locking up my people, shawty, racks on top of racks Public housing just too crowded God, shacks on top of shacks Most pastors misleading people that listen When all us black folk have is music and religion A sense of self-respect Lost in the need to express ourselves through money, d**, and s** I'm a product of the same, so I understand the texts That says that she'll be down to fall victim to her flesh If I'm worth it she'll undress One night of slumber, harsh rains and violent thunders As she leaves, "Is she clean?" Lord, I often wonder See men turn mice for results, the clinic humbles Plan B pill, God damn, your stomach rumbles Laugh it off, but she'll keep it due to my numbers So be it, I'll oversee that he runs and never fumbles If it's a girl, I'll give her the world and sunny summers And show her how to scrap in case her n***a jump on her Protect them from the evils that TV often can feature Beware of predators in this jungle, they out to eat ya We all kings and queens, don't let no one else beseech ya Life can throw ya some blows that leave ya swole, don't let it beat ya Don't let them feed you that bullsh** that they fed me Don't follow the road I took, look where it led me I speak my mind and my heart, I bet they dread me In a world of give me what you got, I always said free-dom You been starving your soul so long that you should eat sum'n You concerned with your followers, then lead them To a well that only you and yours drink from I build my own, f** your playbook Kingdom, that's how I feel, I'm strong in faith Don't need for you to say that God ain't real Somethings you just shouldn't play with My soul patient cause success ain't ever save sh**, face it We all born to die, yea that's basic But living fast and dying young ain't salvation You keep on with that blasphemy and I'll keep on with my praying If you think that Lambos hot in the summer, well hell's blazing My mind frame blown cause my brother says that I'm on He bored at the crib while I'm wishing that I was home Said he die for the chance, and I reply to him he was wrong Told him he could do better than me then hung up the phone The youth, will surely go to war for what you own To them it's more than real, but to you it's just a song But to you it's just a song But to us it's just a Psalm [Outro] I'm guilty of the same Besides, no one person is to blame I promise I'll change I pray you do the same